The scent of beauty lingers long after your gone like a rose entwined with my soul.
My fingers remember the carress of your skin and the flow of your curves. 
My tongue knows the taste of your skin and the wetness of your world.
My eyes are burned with an image of your face.  
My ears hear the distant echo of your voice. 
My dreams taunt me with never ending images of time past.
All the comely that my memory holds of you is pointless for I still just sit here in silence, alone, waiting for something that'll never be. Cursed for eternity.

By Matthew branton